Gravity, my arch enemy
We meet again, my friend
Mr. barstool meet my head

It's hard to get respect
When you're face down on the floor
It started out alright

But it'll end up in the morgue

I make a point to dissapoint

I wrote the book on self defeat
And god can !@#$ it
He gave up and said the devil could have it


There's a problem with my heart
There's a problem with my brain

If I'm alive you'd have to kill me just to find out
Go on, open up a vein
You'll be seeing red for days


I make a point to dissapoint
I wrote the book on self defeat

And god can !@#$ it all to hell
He gave up and said the devil could have it
Said he could have it, but he didn't want it

And neither should you

I make a point to dissapoint

I wrote the book on self defeat
And god can !@#$ it
He gave up and said the devil could have it